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For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.The Book of Lincoln - Page 163by Mary Wright-Davis - 1919 - 383 pagesFull view - About this book

...father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and...feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will. The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with...

...push beneath yon: It It some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. " My Captain docs not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulae nor will; But the ship, the ship is anchorM safe, its voyage closed and done ; From fearful trip,...

...! This arm I push beneath you. It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead ! 3My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still...father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will. But the ship, the ship is anchored safe, its voyage closed and done : From fearful trip the victor...

...father ! This arm beneath your head ; It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. but here his limitations begin, for he is not great enough, unconscious enough, to do more...

...dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My captain does not answer, his lips are pale ami still, My father does not feel my arm — he has no pulse nor will ; But the ship, the ship is anchored safe, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor...

...father ! This arm beneath your head ; It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. 3My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still...feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From fearful trip, the victor ship comes in with...

...character. Occasionally it sinks into ordinary metre, not disdaining even the assistance of rhyme : — Exult, O shores ! and ring, O bells ! But I, with...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. At other times it expands into paragraphs, each occupying half a page, containing possibly...

...father ! This arm beneath your head ; It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. 3My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still...My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor -^l1' The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From fearful trip, the victor...